My Town


Everyone you see smokes.
So everyone also chokes.
Swearing is the new pollution,
Chips one of your five a day contributions.
Unfinished developments are fenced off,
Building of new houses has stopped.
Pound stores and take aways spread
Like weeds in neglected civic flower beds.
Every betting shop has children outside,
Every off licence has children inside.

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